As she felt the urgent need of the boy's hard cock surging into her mouth, Martha reveled in her own fulfillment. She pictured herself kneeling there on her living room rug in her flimsy negligee. She thought about how she must look taking a teenager's hard cock up into the back of her throat. The very idea of her depravity made her quiver with passion. It felt so good to break free of all the nervous anxieties that normally made up her life. She loved the idea of being slave to the cock of a boy who truly admired her. She felt as if she would do anything for him. She would do anything to keep his fine hard cock coming back to her for more.

"Mmmmm…" She sensed how close Steve must be to climax. His cock was growing even harder. It stretched the tight oval of her lips as she struggled to coax him to the apex of arousal. Wantonly, she squirmed her tongue down the length of his cock and over his passion-clenched balls. She heard him groan and she felt her pussy flare in sympathetic excitement. She reached back and tickled the boy's anus to increase the sensation surging through him. Frank had taught her to do that. When he was really high, he liked her to tickle his asshole.

It worked on the boy too. "Ahhnnnhhh…" Steve knew he could not hold out much longer against the sensational onslaught of her wicked mouth. Her finger in his ass taunted his prostate, making him bite his lip in the struggle to hold onto his slight grasp on reality. Two, three, four more bounces of her head and he was gone. "Uuuuu uuhhh… jeez-z-z I'm doing it! Swallow it, Mrs. Roy! Swallow my cum!"

Obediently, the school coach's wife worked to suck up every drop of the boy's spurting juices. Her lips sucked him more gently as his crisis passed. She knew he would be sensitive now. Too much pressure would not feel good.

"Uuuuhhh, that was great!" His voice was hoarse. His face wore a lazy happy grin.